Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Flipper,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.